SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Sep 2022 7:46pm
8th Sep 2022 7:46pm
Queen B...
Queen B I bow unto the world for all to see
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
#grief
#death
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 12:05pm
8th Apr 2025 12:05pm
don't shatter the psychedelic sunshine (for JC)
I wish I could paint a world
that belongs just to us
coloured in the hues
of your heartbeat
Your voice rings
like a recording off glass
that shatters and falls silent
I fucking miss you
I hoard memories
like time can't sweep them away
but you're already gone
And I didn't know
I didn't know
time stole you
and no one told me
And I didn't know
missing you could hurt this much
We made our own world
I painted my darkness
into something beautiful ...
that belongs just to us
coloured in the hues
of your heartbeat
Your voice rings
like a recording off glass
that shatters and falls silent
I fucking miss you
I hoard memories
like time can't sweep them away
but you're already gone
And I didn't know
I didn't know
time stole you
and no one told me
And I didn't know
missing you could hurt this much
We made our own world
I painted my darkness
into something beautiful ...
#death
#friendship
#grief
#love
#memorial
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
28th Apr 2020 3:56pm
28th Apr 2020 3:56pm
Exequies for a Bee
(twenty-eight of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
Found a Bee last night
on its last leg
of its short existence.
Got me thinking. . .
a lone(r) individual
now no longer
pollinating his
surroundings, unable
to serve his Queen,
accepts his fate &
waits for the gate
to open.
This Bee lied sideways
barely moving
on my bedroom floor.
i would have set outside
but i knew he would not
survive, so i tried
to make his upcoming
demise
as comfortable as ...
Found a Bee last night
on its last leg
of its short existence.
Got me thinking. . .
a lone(r) individual
now no longer
pollinating his
surroundings, unable
to serve his Queen,
accepts his fate &
waits for the gate
to open.
This Bee lied sideways
barely moving
on my bedroom floor.
i would have set outside
but i knew he would not
survive, so i tried
to make his upcoming
demise
as comfortable as ...
#memorial
#bees
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
22nd May 2024 1:42am
22nd May 2024 1:42am
at the end of a day
the days end flares like the
expression on a dog's face
trapped on the highway
knowing the jig is up as an
eighteen wheeler approaches
as I settle in for the evening,
nothing more than a mole in a
burrow
laying here smoking
these worn down old
bones into oblivion
I think about writers I
have loved:
Fante
Hemingway
Carroll
Sexton
Kerouac
I wonder where they
have gone
and what they are doing
right now
expression on a dog's face
trapped on the highway
knowing the jig is up as an
eighteen wheeler approaches
as I settle in for the evening,
nothing more than a mole in a
burrow
laying here smoking
these worn down old
bones into oblivion
I think about writers I
have loved:
Fante
Hemingway
Carroll
Sexton
Kerouac
I wonder where they
have gone
and what they are doing
right now
#memorial
#tragedy
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Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 4:29pm
12th Feb 2025 4:29pm
Over in a Distant Shore
Dreamers we were sighing as whispered winds
travelling with hands reaching playful drifts
our hopes whimsical unreachable as shadow dancers
mere whispers in air kisses like spectral gifts
before you left in twilight's hush sleepy eyes
looking towards the setting sun, sea kissed sky
bittersweet in life's lessons Soul learnt to fly
bathed in moonlight's shiny magic dusts
to have been cradled in that moonlight
to have rode on that foamy sea crests
laughter could have been our delight
our hearts together in shimmering...
travelling with hands reaching playful drifts
our hopes whimsical unreachable as shadow dancers
mere whispers in air kisses like spectral gifts
before you left in twilight's hush sleepy eyes
looking towards the setting sun, sea kissed sky
bittersweet in life's lessons Soul learnt to fly
bathed in moonlight's shiny magic dusts
to have been cradled in that moonlight
to have rode on that foamy sea crests
laughter could have been our delight
our hearts together in shimmering...
#death
#memorial
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2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 10:02pm
13th Mar 2024 10:02pm
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
#love
#grief
#haiku
#memorial
#graveyard
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
13th Jan 2023 9:09pm
13th Jan 2023 9:09pm
Just Heard That Lisa Marie Died
I just heard that the
King of Rock and Roll's daughter
whose name happens to
be Lisa Marie Presley
died from cardiac arrest.
I bet that Elvis
is in his grave wondering
who would be able
to inherit Graceland
from Lisa Marie's demise.
Personally, I
doubt that her mother would be
the one for the job.
So, it might as well be the
one kid named Riley Keough.
It's either her or
one of the kids she had with
Michael Jackson or
Nicolas Cage or this one
guy who's named Michael Lockwood.
King of Rock and Roll's daughter
whose name happens to
be Lisa Marie Presley
died from cardiac arrest.
I bet that Elvis
is in his grave wondering
who would be able
to inherit Graceland
from Lisa Marie's demise.
Personally, I
doubt that her mother would be
the one for the job.
So, it might as well be the
one kid named Riley Keough.
It's either her or
one of the kids she had with
Michael Jackson or
Nicolas Cage or this one
guy who's named Michael Lockwood.
#dark
#death
#dialogue
#memorial
#tragedy
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